Started out as my usual 6-8-6 haiku, but wanted to expand the phrasing. And I’m not sure what I have been doing is really “haiku” in is conceptual sense.
Neuroscientists have figured out that we have something approaching a half million individual thoughts a day – 8 per second. These recent poems are, I guess, attempts to fractally explode and freeze mid-burst, one of those thoughts.
I think about time all the time; overwhelmed with the idea of capturing a moment, of keeping every hour in a jar like a fat firefly.